rattle a rocket of bones

they took up a tally

in tourniquet alley

and wept from a socket of thorn

soon they saw Sally,

who was part of the tally,

and leapt as though newly reborn

from cradles they cry

with a glint in the eye

of rockets rampant and roam

the devil did lie

from his cavernous thigh

and left but a pocket of loam.

from thence they gathered

in mutinous mather,

without so much as a fire

so hence they wence

to pocket a pence

and rend the heavenly spire

Sally said not a word,

As clear as a bird

But sang along anyway after.

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